Beside the derailed train, the lightning ravens formed a dense electrical net and attacked the soldiers who had awakened. Fortunately, few soldiers had been jolted awake by the crash, and before long, the ravens received help from the Werewolf mercenaries.
The Werewolf mercenaries searched the train and found one more wizard, whom they subdued while he was still unconscious. The remaining Muggle soldiers' firearms were not particularly effective against ravens that could turn into lightning or mercenaries with extraordinary regenerative abilities.
Soon, the fighting was under control. The gunfire gradually subsided, dwindling to scattered shots that were almost inaudible.
Elsewhere, Murphy, who had decapitated Alexei, planted his longsword in the ground to steady himself, narrowly avoiding a fall.
The two gaping holes in his chest and abdomen were bleeding, but fortunately, neither wound was fatal.
He took out some dittany to stop the bleeding locally, while the powerful regenerative ability of his transformed body rapidly healed his wounds.
There was a price, however. The cells in those areas had undergone even more divisions, greatly increasing the risk of cancer.
But he could not afford to worry about that now.
Alexei had been far too difficult to handle. Aside from his array of unprecedented spells, his final curse had been exceptionally dangerous.
Looking at the severed head, its eyes still open in death, Murphy breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can't figure it out, can you?"
In truth, he had simply shifted his heart to the right to keep that strike from piercing it.
As for how he had done it—although he still could not control magnetic fields like Magneto, he could briefly create a loop of lightning in a particular part of his body, then use another coil in his palm to move it a little.
Murphy was about to